000 Regrets Ft. Orikal Uno

from by Tully Stockton

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Catch me banging in class
on the table
lyrics put together
clever odd angle.
create bankroll
because im on suspension
lifes painful
stages of repression
did i mention
it was goody on the beat
original sentences
wit uno when on the creep
speak deep
sow is what is reaped
peep what I mean
when I beam in a stream
wanna get out a rut
but somehow im fuckin up
now im all up in the cut
rap lyrics from the gut
i feel what i mean
don't always mean what i say
we think differently
and it changes everyday
I wanna appologize
for everything vie done
and look into my eyes
say we didn't have fun
Move to number 1
aiming toward the sun
Lyrical home run
C goody hit the drums.

Its all so confusing inside my head
This is what i do when I crawl into bed
fake hate instead
on my blood tears sweat
Im keeping it complex
triple zero regrets

Have no regrets and
don't look back
put up a fence
get on the right track
get off the bench
make it collapse
do you really want a benz
or a drop top jag
i cant say im the best
but i gotta start somewhere
im fillin up my chest
as if it was a tupperwere
pouring it out,
the little tea pouch
you hearing it shout
with the spout hot mouth
i don't remember much
december was rush
i feel i wanna cuss
painting pix with a brush
At any number stroke
at any given font
trapped by rope
but im strapped with the bomb
ppl come and go
its part of living in a storm
never try to slow
and plus what is the average norm
build art form
kill what is torn
milk when your born
to quilts and the mourn


from I Am Tully Stockton, released April 7, 2013
Produced By: C Goody
Written By: T. Stockton & A. Rosario



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Tully Stockton St Paul, Minnesota

Tully Stockton is an American Artist from St. Paul, Minnesota. He is known for his originality of topics in hip-hop, a graphical point on real life material, and directing/editing his own music videos on youtube.

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